Night 59: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)
[Coming from here.]Upstairs was dark and silent, although to Daemon, the faint pink glow that coated all the surfaces since the alarm went off seemed more concentrated here. Was it stronger, perhaps? Or was there just more to hide? He brushed his fingers against it curiously as he stepped out of the stairwell and into the corridor above, his senses
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He followed them out of the door and then quickly took in the blood-splattered halls awaiting them. Castiel studied the carnage with a blank look on his face, clearly not bothered by the sight; if anything, he was curious to know how it had come to be. Had those two rebel soldiers done this, or were other captives with their regained powers behind it?
Either way, Castiel was itching to use his own power. It was brimming under his vessel's skin, overwhelming in the most familiar of ways. And yet despite all of that, his wings were tied down. He'd been given back some of his ability to use them that one night, but this time that wasn't the case, even if everything else was back in place. It almost seemed deliberate.
"You won't have much need for your weapons," he said suddenly. "I should be capable of taking down any creatures that come our way." He wasn't bragging, not exactly. To Castiel, that was a simple statement of the truth. "It seems like our best option would be to penetrate the outside area and see how far we can travel. If we're able to breach the barrier that's holding us here, then escape might truly be possible." The soldiers hadn't been clear on that, but that didn't mean they should give up before even attempting it for themselves.
Castiel realized that if they did escape, they would be leaving everyone else behind and taking a wealth of important information with them. Still, if he broke free of this place's hold on him then he would be able to come back here with a flap of his wings and move everyone out. That would be far more beneficial in the end, and he couldn't ignore the opportunity to try.
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"Have you fought all creatures that are likely to appear?" Maya asked as she began walking. The other direction dead-ended into the chapel, so Maya didn't think they'd be going that way, regardless of whether they were making a side-trip to the bedrooms after all. "It's your decision, though," she said over her shoulder while keeping an eye out.
How unpleasant it was, stepping over the carnage. The least the perpetrators could have done was be thorough, Maya thought, but in honesty, Maya wanted to get away from this hall. It was quite disconcerting, as well as...smelly. At least Fangire didn't leave behind malodorous residue when they died.
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The thing about Gabriel was he didn’t really have an ounce of respect for what anyone else was doing. So when he popped up right next to his brother in a flurry of flight (a cracking of his wings neither human would be able to see), nearly brushing his elbow, it was with a very unhurried grin. The glow of a fellow Grace was warm and familiar. How quaint. He’d spent a hell of a lot of time avoiding that glow.
Oh, yeah. That romp had been nice. He felt all limber and carefree. You know, as carefree as a trapped archangel could be. Which, considering it was Gabriel, was pretty reasonable. You could hardly tell he was still. Slightly upset.
The thick, black moustache on his face hid all of that, anyway. Good thing most of the lights in the vicinity were turned off. Otherwise they might have all exploded from the presence of something too big to be contained.
“Castiel,” he said as way of introduction. Wow. Was he about to interrupt a fancy kind of threesome here? He hoped so for his brother’s sake. Even if they were going the whole “Aguilar screwed up” route (or, you know, someone decided a building full of chaos was their good idea of a good time… oh, wait. That sounded familiar, didn’t it?), he still had, you know. Things to do. Important things. Apparently the first important thing was to check on his family. Might as well. Don’t look into it. Sentiments weren’t really his thing; he’d rather go back to the chaos. “Sorry to blow your party, but I moustache ask you a question. Probably not in front of your friends, though. Ladies.” He gave both of them a waggled brow and a slight bow, offering no explanation for his sudden appearance out of thin air.
Hey, it’s what he did. This wouldn’t be the first time.
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But even that was trivial right now. If the man's powers were as strong as he claimed, they might stand an actual chance at escape tonight. From there, it was only a matter of finding a mobile suit or something--this was a world at war, there had to be something she could pilot--and breaking everyone else out, too.
"If you think you can break us out tonight, then do it," she said, and she would have said more, except the sudden appearance of a man with an...interesting moustache interrupted her. Soma started involuntarily--even her brainwaves couldn't have predicted that--but he seemed to know Castiel, which was apparently what their traveling companion was called.
Teleportation, she thought a little muzzily as she gave him a suspicious look and stepped back. Well, if Castiel could do it too, getting out of here really wouldn't be a problem.
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In fact, he was about to suggest that they get downstairs and outside (and perhaps they could even stop for the one female's weapons, if she was that insistent) when --
The arrival of another angel was unmistakable, and more than that, Gabriel's wings were practically radiant. His brother was no longer attempting to hide them from him -- not like before, with the "TV Land" incident -- and so Castiel couldn't resist taking them in for a moment.
Of course, the moustache Gabriel had decided to adorn himself with for some unknown reason ruined the image slightly, and Castiel sighed heavily. So Gabriel had the ability of flight while he didn't. It was something that smarted, but it made sense considering how much more powerful his sibling was.
When Gabriel looked at the other two patients somewhat lasciviously, however, Castiel automatically grabbed for his arm and started to lead him a small distance away from them. "Give us a few seconds," he said to the pair, almost apologetically.
Once they had some semblance of privacy, Castiel released his brother and looked down into his face. "What's your question?" Even now, though, he was wondering if Gabriel would be willing to teleport the three of them outside. It would certainly make things go much faster.
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"Shall we give them their seconds?" Of course Maya wanted to 'accidentally' overhear, but it wouldn't be prudent to test anyone's patience tonight.
"We'll wait for you," Maya said to the man as she gestured to their white-haired companion to (hopefully) follow. For now, Maya was leaving the bloodied hall.
[to here]
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"Don't pull me around like you're ashamed of me, brother," he sneered, ripping off the mustache and letting it flutter down until it disappeared completely. He pulled himself out of Castiel's hand automatically. "Anyway, I came to see if you had, you know. Perked up."
His eyebrows raised in question and implication. Simultaneously.
Since his brother was alive and as well as his permanently dull-eyed vessel could look, all of Gabriel's curiousity was struck on what the mysterious pink wall may have done for his inner angelic Grace. Not much, from the looks of it. (Of course Gabriel would be the stronger one. Obviously. But this was different.)
"You're looking a little tied down, Castiel. Still not strong enough to break the handcuffs this time?"
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For once, Gabriel got down to business and even disposed of the moustache that he had clearly been so proud of upon arriving. Castiel watched it dissipate before taking in his brother's questions.
In the end, he couldn't completely hide the tension that had built up in his shoulders. It made sense that Gabriel was able to assess the amount of Grace that had been returned to him right away, but that didn't mean that Castiel wanted to hear it described so glibly.
"Apparently not," was all he said in reply at first, though he realized that a further explanation might be necessary. "It seems my strength and my ability to destroy supernatural creatures has been returned to me, though." In fact, he was fairly certain he would be able to exorcise Ruby if he found her; it was a shame that he couldn't fly and didn't know her location at the moment.
Now came the difficult part, which was asking Gabriel for a favor. "How far can you travel? I'm looking to get outside." It was as close as he could get to outright asking for it, but in the end he was relying on his brother's ability to infer.
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Actually, how about neither of them dwell on exactly what he just said meant. Moving along.
Speaking of favors. Gabriel raised his eyebrows in interest, one half of his mouth curling up. The Grinch would be jealous. Seriously. "That means two favors owed to me, Castiel. You really up for that?" Well, whatever. Gabriel, despite his pride and his humor, as not a moron. And he wasn't really eager to go down the Grace-exploding road again anytime soon. Favors owed his direction would actually mean something here.
He rolled his shoulders, his wings uncurling.
"I can get you outside. And your posse, if you want them. Though, really, bro. All this hanging around humans is going to wear on you." Or make him more interesting. Either way.
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His brother made a point about this leading to more favors owed, but it wasn't as if Castiel had a choice. Tonight might be his only chance to escape this place, and he was willing to be further in debt to Gabriel in order to pursue that.
"I'm willing to take my chances." That was in reference to both owing a favor and working with humans. It was true that Castiel had no allegiances to the two women. They had only met through circumstance, but considering what they had just seen, it seemed logical for them to remain together.
"You're free to search with us, though I imagine you'll be more interested in investigating the extent of your abilities." Castiel knew Gabriel well enough to understand that much, at least.
Now would have been the time for him to explain to his brother what had happened with Aguilar and Prescott and Lydia, but there simply wasn't time. Having received Gabriel's word, Castiel started to lead his brother to the other patients.
[To here.]
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